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Adding—"William gave of his best in those letters —his best, quite aside from the general references

I left with him proofs of Grey's, Harned's, Gilchrist's, Williams' and Clifford's speeches.

W. mentioned William Swinton, and asked: "Do you know him?"

Gave me the Gutekunst picture of the old Emperor William: "Take it along: left here, it will surely get

I had told Frances Emily White of Conway's Whitman misreports at the Ethical meeting last night, and

Out of the neck of his sherry bottle, now filled with water, white and red roses.

They talked a little about Frank Williams, to who Curtis referred as evidently in mourning for someone

Williams well, and Frank Williams too, the husband"—adding as to the mourning—"It is not any of the children

"A selection of his poems, by William M. Rosetti, was published (London, 1868).

McKay afterwards humorously described Walsh's picture of William's immense content in the litter of the

White did not know. "He was a Washington fellow, too. But now he is dead!

I asked Morris today who it was among Frank Williams' folks was dead, describing Curtis' few words last

Williams' mother had been subjected to some surgical operation which proved fatal—this in the presence

"It is true I read everything that is written by William O'Connor with great absorption—to me, it is

all a great ship under full sail, grandly sailing whatever seas—William's writing always this.

And yet William has said to me here—written me, too—as if himself convinced there was something, if not

William R.

No one but William ever read Delia Bacon's book? How about me, then, don't I count?

William was a book-man—not an inch of him clear of the charge—but a book man after the most elemental

*(print 200 copies each card)—size of this white paper this sized card— card not very thick,—you are

Had made his selection of card, putting with samples this memoranda: I prefer the white card (thickest

of all "samples") marked * in the little book "Of course," he said to me, "I wish the white: I am going

That was the one William Swinton most affected—most read. You know about William Swinton?

Leaves of Grass: and his wife too: a fine, large, splendid, handsome woman—mother of children—for William

William went west—to Oakland—taught there in the college—was Professor of something or other.

Asked me for close particulars as to the Boston trouble—then— "Aside from that, William has been very

"Do you know much about William Kingdon Clifford, the English scientist?

there is an editorial much better than common, about Browning: written, I should say, by Talcott Williams

"No—not William—but about all the rest.

kind—recondite, curioish"—W. laughing over the "exercise" of "some of the fellows" in Poet Lore (Morris, Williams

; but on second thought, I saw that Nellie O'Connor has the first right to anything that concerns William—so

Left with him a copy of The American containing Browning Symposium—Morris, Williams, Wayland, Thompson

I have no doubt of Morris and Frank Williams at any time—they are both in the right drift—particularly

and without going to Philadelphia, as I had hoped to do We sailed Sept. 25th. on the Germanic of the White

impresses without calling in any adventitious aids—no color, no tricks—a pure specimen of black and white

William O'Connor was probably the prince of conversationalists—in the high sense brilliant—not tawdrily

remember in Washington, when I was in the Treasury Department—and some great dinner was preparing at the White

W. said: "The best thing I know of him is, that William O'Connor, who was a man not easily satisfied,

I am very sure that William never foresaw where his lavish generosity would land me, & in his last years

Channing, now of Cal. where William spent some six months; but they are now in such pecuniary trouble

What case under heaven but in the hands of a cute lawyer may not evidence white black and black white

He was a wonderfully fluent man—had something of William O'Connor's fluency—something of his very figure

"William O'Connor and Nellie O'Connor occupy a large place in my memory—not in my memory alone, but in

And now that William is no more—now that William is gone—gone forever, from physical sight—the great,

surpassing William!

She told me many things about the funeral—about William's death—the last days—which it was only possible

And so I was breathed upon by her presence, what the sight of her recalled—the grand days—William."

O'Connor had not said anything today about William's stories, but he was "in favor of having them put

On Keats, Byron, Kirke White, others, this scurrility, abuse, contempt, was bestowed.

No one can know it as I know it—not my nearest friends of the old days—not even William O'Connor, not

Said he had seen by the papers that Talcott Williams was back in town.

Alluded to fact that the Williams' had money.

some number of the Critic—July 8th, June 8th—in which she was told Lowell has something to say about William

I must have an envelope for my pictures—a good strong capacious white envelope—capacious, for the pictures

And to a reference to Talcott Williams—"I have known Talcott Williams now ten years—in a sense intimately—and

It was curious—in those times—whenever the Count went to the White House he took his hat questioned—in

a sample proof first & tell me how much price for 100 " " " " 150 " " " " 200make large envelopes White

printed on —must be pretty strong paper—Some will go in the European or California mail)" inside a white

Gilchrist dined with Talcott Williams last evening.

Williams had intended coming over to see Walt—had he come? No. We talked of public men.

Now, that was peculiarly absent from William—though of course he was not New Englander alone—rather Irish

But William was first of all cheerful—kept up to the last a devil of an interest, energy, in things at

Frank Williams wife is at Atlantic City—communication cut off—W. saying: "Yes, I read in this night's

Morris repeated a saying of Frank Williams': "It's the drapery that causes all the trouble"—and W. laughed

—found it white? White quartz, eh? Very pretty? No inscription? No monument of any kind?"

I have been waiting to see Talcott Williams—I fear the letters are cut—the high protection editors probably

"Talcott Williams was here to see me today—stayed, I suppose, half an hour or so.

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

Bucke and William and I were face to face. William looked up at us.

Then again: "But William? what of William?

William!"

"About William?"

She said she was fagged out—was too tired to enter into particulars: William a week or ten days ago took

I said: "Walt: do you like the William Morris books?"

Faithfully,William D.

"That sounds like a call to battle: no one could do that more wonderfully than William."

I said: "You and William evidently run afoul of each other over Poe."

William is a vehement expounder, propounder: won't let a fellow off with compromises, half measures."

Fellows: he was an uncommon man both in what he looked like and in what he was: nobly formed, with thick white

hair—white as milk: beard: striking characteristics everyhow."

He said: "Probably William: I have passed many of my letters around, as you know—from one to the other

: sometimes starting with Bucke, sometimes with William: now and then with Kennedy."

"I have had more letters: one from Nellie O'Connor: she does not write very hopeful news: William is

Nellie says also that for the first time William is himself despondent—thinks the outlook a poor, a hopeless

I am a little sorry for Nellie: she is physically of the delicate intellectual type: William is heavy—now

"William was truly a temperance man: in the real sense so: he used to enjoy wine—an occasional glass,

Furness (William Henry) spoke at Unity Church Sunday.

s own skepticism had "preceded Donnelly's book"—even preceded his O'Connor experiences—"though William

W. said: "William speaks of Winter as Littlebillwinter—all one word: I often think of Ben Jonson as Littlebenjonson—all

He asked me: "You have not so far met William?

heard from him, what was the matter: she felt the seriousness of his condition: but she said that William

["I wish it did, William," interrupted W., "but I'm afraid it does not."]

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

["A very low hand, William, if we tell the truth: a damned low hand!"]

William handles that better than anyone else.

["I enjoy William's epithets without always agreeing with him.

"I'd like to have pictures of William, John, you fellows, as good as this: it would make quite a gallery

W. said: "William's the one I want most to hear from but he is as still as the grave."

He should see William: see what he makes of it all: report to us.

William's in a bad way: Bucke could examine him candidly: in medicine Doctor is a wonderful diagnoser

I spoke up: "Stedman said to me in a letter that William was the most brilliant letterwriter in the English

He wasn't slow in saying: "I suppose I am: William is certainly the brilliantest man who ever came within

O'Connor.W. said: "I'm glad I don't deserve the lambasting William gives Saint Anthony.

I said, "William calls him skunk, but I don't see why the skunk's one amiable fault should subject him

"That's the best yet: we must repeat that to William." I read a Cornhill paper today on slang.

"It was sent me by this man"—pointing to the author's name, William B.

Then he added: "What a difference there is between William's and Maurice's letters!

Maurice has no distinct talent that way: William seems to have every talent."

O'Connor.W. said: "William's imagination is copious: he can make heavy of the lightest thing—yes, and

William is rather cuter in all that than Maurice: his great talents all lay in that direction: but as

William himself says there, it was a thing for Maurice to finally decide for himself."